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January 3rd, 2007

after a whole month of not sleeping at home, it felt so good to wake up in my own bed this morning. to the familiar sounds of my airconditioner’s whirring and Kakak’s loud chatter with the neighbours. i lay in bed for a while, to just soak in the intimacy of my surroundings that seemed to be draped like lace all over the walls and furniture. the afternoon sunlight cut a path from the window to the wall across it; and i smiled to see the foreign splash of light. it’s one of the little things God gives me to wrap around my heart. on days like these. day one.

i couldnt sleep late last night, and at 3am i went into the kitchen to fix myself some instant noodles. there’s something about instant noodles, eaten with that yellow plastic fork from that yellow plastic cup. it’s very comforting. very simple. very romantic. and as i raised the first forkful of noodles to my lips, blowing lightly on it, i couldnt help but wish i had someone here to share this moment with me. this instant noodle moment.. that would be gone in a few minutes, that i would no longer remember a few years down the road. right now i just want to sit on the kitchen counter and wrap my legs around someone as i partake in the sheer deliciousness of maggi tom yam instant noodles.

a long time ago someone fed me ice cream. baskin robbin’s cookies n creme straight from the pint, with a metal spoon. it is a moment forever etched into my memory. now there are days that i go to baskin robbins.. and i just cant bring myself to order that flavour even though it is my favourite and possibly will always be. i only want to have it when that person is with me. but i wont tell him… coz it’s silly. silly like that piece of paper i secretly folded away and kept in my bag, which he found anyway.

i’m happy to be home. i’ve missed home. but what i dont miss is waking up to silence, waking up to cold pillows and nondisturbance, waking up to no one but myself.

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